Chapter 37: The Veteran and the New Arrivals

Xu Qinghuan did it on purpose! She wanted to plant a thorn between Song Wanlin and her beloved adopted daughter.

Song Wanlin had abandoned the original host when she was three years old, but she did not care. Not all parents love their children; hadn’t she herself experienced the feeling that “Dad has a family, Mom has a family, and I am the only one who is superfluous” in her past life?

When Song Wanlin remarried and began serving a new husband less than three months after her father’s sacrifice, she felt nothing either.

“How about we hand over what you want once we reach the Royal Capital?” Bartika spoke the last words of hope he could muster.

Beyond that, there were countless cities on this continent inhabited by ordinary Atlantis giants. Although those cities lacked precious resources that could allow one to attain sainthood or become an ancestor, the variety of ordinary resources found there could still provide Jiang Yun’s subordinates with more materials for cultivation.

Just like now, when Xiu Yin unexpectedly brought out these gold ores to show his loyalty to the Royal Capital, Lance was so excited that he became somewhat incoherent.

On September 8th, this year’s World Cup Track and Field Championships officially began in Ostrava, Czech Republic.

In an instant, the high-speed rotating pitch-black wind blades sliced through his opponent’s body, sparking with sizzling sounds. The ground cracked under the impact, with countless fissures spreading out, and Kaecilius’s feet sank deep into the earth.

“Could it be... Getsuga Tensho infused with the abilities of Wabisuke? Is there a gravitational acceleration bonus when released from the sky downward?” Zhang Han mused to himself.

Good heavens, the puns on the era names “Qiansheng” (Remaining Wealth) and “Xingfu” (Happiness) were decent enough, but they sounded too blunt, far too rustic, and lacked any sense of refinement.

Lin Wanbai’s eyes dimmed as she murmured to herself. She did not vent her anger with insults as she once would have, but instead stared quietly at the bedroom door.

Five minutes later, Marshal Robert arrived at the command center. Everyone inside stood at attention. The communication crystal in the center of the room displayed the image of the throne in the Grand Palace, where only two heavily armored soldiers stood on either side of the seat, looking solemn and grave against the backdrop of the massive Griffin flag.

“Are you telling the truth?” Jiang Jinrun asked again, his gaze fixed coldly upon her.

Rentuo looked up at the starry sky. It was incredibly brilliant, with the Milky Way clearly visible. If one observed closely, they would notice a very fine white line running vertically through the entire universe across that silver band, and upon that white line sat an extremely conspicuous purple star.

The gates to the center of the universe opened to the north. There were six gates in total, and by now, they were crowded with people. Countless luxury cars pulled up to drop off passengers. Members of the upper class, dressed in suits and evening gowns, walked along the red carpet. Pearls shimmered, jewels glowed, and the flashes of cameras blinked on and off, turning the night as bright as day.

Han Ximing remained silent as he helped Wen Li into the car behind them. Wen Li suppressed a smile and smoothed her hair. Han Ximing said nothing; it was unclear whether he was angry with Wen Li or with Xia Yuesheng.

“Disciple, come with me; I have further instructions for you. Everyone else, I leave the guard of this place to you. If anything happens, notify me directly!” said the Wind King.

The central hall began to undergo distinct changes as those giant faces gradually converged. It seemed to tremble, as if it were on the verge of collapse or perhaps preparing to reorganize.

Xia Meng knew that the less she said now, the more likely Mengxue would be to misunderstand. Helplessly, she had to repeat what Xie Jiazhi had said.

In every corner illuminated by countless bright specks of light, the spiritual energy currents controlled by Qian Chonglang himself, combined with the thunder of the Heavenly Dao, formed a cage designed to imprison the “Lord of Reincarnation.”

Whether on Earth or in the Demon’s Den, Feng Hu naturally possessed the highest cultivation level, so the formation created by the twelve immortal-grade pyramids directly acknowledged Feng Hu as its master.